Abduction Experiences: Ear Plug Games, Jingling Chains and the Joy of Punching a Grey (I Wish)

I don't know why I thought of all this sh** today.  And I don't know why I'm writing about it.  I guess on some level I find doing so cathartic.  Any way, here goes.



Ear Plug Games

I'm a light sleeper (probably due to PTSD-related hypervigilance, I'm thinkin'), so I tend to wear ear plugs at night.  Sometimes, after I seem to have experienced an abduction, one of the first signs I'll notice is my earplugs are misplaced, and no longer in my ears.  The abductors (military, ET or whatever) don't seem to bother placing them back into my ears when they bring me back to my room.

And it seems "they" like to make a little game of it, too.  Whenever I sleep in a new location other than my home, the first night I am there the abductors seem to like leaving me a calling card by placing my ear plugs away from the bed I'm sleeping in (like on a nearby nightstand), or placing them in the center of my palm, then closing my fingers over them.  It seems I awaken not long after this because I will still be tightly grasping the plugs, and will not have relaxed my hand and released the plugs into the sheets somewhere.  

If I didn't know better I would say they do this to send me the message, "Wherever you are, we are still monitoring you."  This has been happening for several years now.



Jingling Chains

One morning a year or two ago, I was awoken by what sounded to me like my dog's metal dog tag tinkling against his metal collar as he walked back and forth in the room.  I thought it sounded abnormally loud, as I could hear the sound through my ear plugs, and all.  Curious, I got out of bed, looked around, and noticed the dog was not even in my room, and my door was closed so he hadn't been in there all night.  I opened my door and looked for the dog, finding him sleeping peacefully down the hallway about 15 feet away.

I didn't think much of it at the time, and went about my morning.  Later in the day, I started thinking about it again, how it didn't make sense.  What had that "tink-tink, tink-tink, tink-tink" sound been, that I clearly heard so loudly it had awoken me from my sleep?  I tapped on glass objects around my bedroom, trying to mimic the sound.  Nothing.  Then I stopped, turned and slowly looked up.  I stared for a moment at the ceiling fan located in the middle of the room.

The fan is directly above the foot of my bed.  It originally had very short chains that we had to stand on the bed to reach, so a few months earlier I had purchased long beaded chains and replaced the short chains.  The long chains dangle low enough to be easily reached --and to easily brush against anyone's head and shoulders should he walk directly beneath the ceiling fan.

I began to piece together what may have caused the tinkling glass sound.  To test my theory, I lifted up the two chains, then let them go.  As the chains swung back and forth, they hit the glass light fixtures at the center of the ceiling fan, "tink-tink, tink-tink, tink-tink." "Son of a b****," I said slowly under my breath.  Seems my abductor(s) had brushed up against the chains as he/they hastily left my room that morning.



Punching a Grey in the Head (I Wish)

Another time, I suddenly woke up after I had been sleeping soundly.  I was lying on my back in my  bed, mouth open.  I figured I had probably been snoring loudly, and woke myself up, since you can't really breathe well in that position.

Seems I wasn't the only one startled by my suddenly being awake.  As I was awakening, I distinctly felt a large, narrow-fingered hand grasping the entire right side of my face.  I also felt, as well as saw with my my mind's eye, another huge, skinny hand unplugging something narrow from the center of the back of my head.  Both the hands and thing in my head began phasing out, disintegrating from solidity, then disappeared entirely, as though they were never there.

I was really angry.  Still groggy with eyes closed, I growled, "Ha, I caught you you sorry motherf*****!"  My eyes squinted as they opened and tried to adjust to the light.  I struggled to sit up in bed, and to locate the being.  I wanted to punch it.  "I caught you you rotten piece of sh**!  Coward!  Come back so I can beat your a**!"  I really wanted to kill that thing, no joke.  I was spittin' mad.  I sent a spiky mental image of me pounding a grey alien's bulbous head, and it bursting open and gushing the icky green blood greys are said to have.

If benevolent aliens want to do something nice for me, they could loan me a particle beam weapon and set up a grey alien target practice session.  What a great Christmas gift that would be!